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Captain Charles Maxwell
post May 15 2006, 11:57 PM
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A dazzling aray of colored light flashed across the battlefield, as tracer rounds tore through the air and hundreds of missiles cut smokey trails through the afternoon sky. Explosions thundered with unrelenting, ear-shattering intensity, accentuated by the unmistakable crush of metal on metal, as three lances of leviathan machinery clashed for supremacy on a once-tranquil, two kilometer stretch of finely-manicured lawn. Our painstakingly-organized formations had dissolved into total chaos when the near-suicidal hostiles had rushed our lines, and the tone of the battle had changed from long-range, calculated sniping to in-your-face, one-on-one brutal combat. Although this type of fighting was far riskier than the duck-and-cover tactics of ranged combat, the oncoming Mad Cats were badly outnumbered, and horrendously outgunned - even their superior Clan technology couldn't protect them the sheer amount of firepower fielded by seven assault-class prototypes packed to the teeth with an overwhelming number of weapons designed specifically with situations such as this in mind.

And so they fell, one by one, until the last Mad Cat was nothing more than a smoldering crater in the soft soil of Sheratan. As Fury's gun ports cooled, I contemplated the waste - Clan tech was an extremely valuable commodity, and I hated to obliterate it.


"Anvil Lance - advise status."

"Anvil-3 here...I've got a hole or two in my armor, but I'll live."

"Anvil-4 here - I'm missing an arm, but that's nothing compared to what the other guy looks like."


"Roger that," I chuckled. "Hammer Lance - how're you holding up?"

"This is Hammer-1. We lost Hammer-4; Hammers-2 and 3 took moderate to severe damage. If you had gotten here sooner we wouldn't have had to deal with the Mad Cats alone!"

Saxon sounded furious. I decided to leave well enough alone.

"Very well. Hammer Lance, fall back to Equinox. Myself and Anvil Lance will proceed to Nav Gamma and ensure that Anvil-2 is still in one piece. Control - have salvage and recovery sweep this area for anything useful."

Multiple affirmations crackled in as I turned my Daishi toward Nav Gamma.

Once more into the breach!


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post May 16 2006, 03:13 PM
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Gellen’s Heights: it reeked of trouble. My observation of it’s pulsing night life had led me to the conclusion that the REAL crimes are committed in the middle of broad daylight. These sinners, who called themselves “warriors, were nothing more than murdering scum. It was time for the reaping of their very lives.

The battle armour I had chosen to strike had also spotted me. Though I could not see his eyes, I could feel them firing daggers into mine. Luckily for me, I had nerves of ferosteel. I locked icy daggers back at the battle armour, loosing all touch with the battle around us. For one, drawn out moment, we were in our own world, fighting our own battle.
He was the first to move. His suit lurched forward with a right fist drawn back. He charged, screaming his war cry. I remained still. The “warrior” continued to charge, his voice drenched with anger. Yet still, I remained still. His right, claw like fist drew further back, cocked into position and ready to be swung. And still, I remained still. The second he stepped into my radius, fist ready to fire, I acted. My body shifted, side stepping his attack in an instant. The moronic fool stumbled forward, flabbergasted by what had just happened. He swung his head around as he began to steady himself. I looked back at him and took a stance. It was a rarity to finally fight a battle armour in close combat, however I needed to keep him fighting this way. The less rounds fired, the less collateral damage.

“Was that the best you could do?” I asked, smirking to myself within the suit.

“I… was just warming up!” he roared, charging towards me like a stampeding rhino. This time I braced for impact. As soon as he came into my attack radius, for the second time, I raised my arms and locked horns with him. His open claws clammed around my closed fists. My fists had impacted his palms and were aiming down his arms, exactly as I had hoped for.

“Tell me, is the extent of your power?” I quipped, engaging his reaction as I held my own.

“S-Silence!” he strained, shaking as he engaged his full strength.

“Oh! It appears it is…” I wanted to enjoy this for a moment longer.

“I’ll grant you your wish if you will grant mine…”

“W-what are you babbling on about?!”

“We share the same wish. We want silence. I’m going to silence you!” I shouted, realising the clamping mechanisms on my two wrist mounted bayonets. The bayonets ploughed through the armour’s palms and into the fleshy limbs of the suit wearer. The enemy howled in pain and was instantly brought to his knees. I twisted the blades that were buried into his now useless arms.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Where your going, you wont need arms!” I chuckled, retracting the blades from his arms. With a side step, a flick of the wrist and fatal accuracy, I instantly decapitated the battle armour. He was finally silenced…


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Commodore Benjamin Maxwell
post May 18 2006, 03:21 PM
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A thunderous clap of autocannon fire tore through the urban sprawl, as twenty baseball-sized buckshot rounds slammed into my King Crab's prominent nose. My BattleMech bucked wildly under the impact, and I yanked hard on its control yoke to pull the torso level before another crippling blow could be delivered.

"Anvil-2 to Raven and Cougar - the Sunder's made me - looks like an SD1-O configuration. Watch yourselves."

With a jet-engine whine, my starboard ER PPC built a charge, releasing a supercharged bolt of electroplasmatic energy toward the Sunder. The ball of semi-coherent light and projected particles hurtled down the narrow street, sending tendrils of electricity arcing onto nearly every conductive surface it passed, causing several antiquated pole-mounted transformers to explode and setting off myriad car alarms. With a splash, the bolt smashed into the Sunder's torso, reducing the outermost layer of armor to a scorched mess of molten slag. The ninety-ton OmniMech parried left, raising its EMP-overloaded, twitching autocannon arm in an ungainly attempt to draw a bead on my BattleMech's center of mass. Instinctively, I alpha-struck at the limb, obliterating the sum total of all of the delicate actuators and weapons mounts below the elbow with a barrage of twenty-four Streak SRM-6 missiles and quadruple medium laser beams. As my heat indicators soared off the charts, filling the spacious cockpit with near-suffocating, superheated air, the Sunder's savaged autocannon fell to the ground, a plume of fire and smoke billowing from the twisted remains of the lower arm mount.

"Warning: Heat level critical. Shutdown sequence initiated," the King Crab's onboard computer complained, as lights across my control panel flickered off. Quickly, I overrode the automated sequence, and flushed a tremendous amount of coolant, hoping that the measure would be sufficient. Fortune favored me, as the heat levels began to reluctantly drop back into the green, and I pushed toward the now-retreating Sunder. The fleeing OmniMech blindly fired a series of SRM-4s, the majority of which corkscrewed into the urban sprawl surrounding us, touching off a number of small fires.

"Anvil-2 to Control - dispatch fire and rescue units to my location - we have a number of localized fires breaking out - with possible injuries."

"Copy that, Anvil-2...notifying local authorities."

As I concluded my radio transmission, the Sunder ducked behind a large cluster of industrial towers, disappearing from my field of view. I throttled forward, following the wounded 'Mech as quickly as my King Crab would carry me. Turning down a paralleling side street, I closed with the OmniMech, readying my SRM suite to deliver the finishing blow. Although the indirect-fire system had given an impressive show of its abilities against the Behemoth tank, I was wary of using it in such a confined urban environment where collateral damage was a possibility. As I drew close to the Sunder, I slowed my BattleMech to a near-crawl, and twisted its torso almost nintey degrees to starboard. The hostile Omni was crouched behind a large munitions plant to my right - and I wasn't about to allow it to get the jump on me before I had time to fire off a shot.

Unfortunately, getting the jump on me was exactly what the Sunder did. As the OmniMech came into view once more, it fired a barrage of short-range missiles into the heart of the massive facility, sending up an apocalyptic pillar of flame. Before I could even shove my King Crab into a hard reverse, the plant detonated, sending forth an explosion of such magnitude that my BattleMech was thrown skyward, tumbling head-over-heels as it was engulfed in flame...


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Captain Charles Maxwell
post May 19 2006, 10:27 PM
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A thunderous explosion roared through the streets of Gellen's Heights, followed seconds later by an earth-shattering shockwave, as a mushroom-shaped fireball of monsterous proportions rose above the city skyline, blotting out the sun as it reached toward the heavens. My OmniMech was battered by flying debris, and I fought to hold the controls steady as buildings were torn apart around me.

"Control! I screamed, my voice barely audible above the roar of the cataclysm, "What in the hell is going on?"

An extended pause preceeded the response of my controller.

"We're reviewing the BattleROMs now, Anvil-1. It looks like the Sunder that Anvil-2 was engaged with decided to end it all, and fired an SRM volley into the CoreTek munitions plant. I'm not sure what all they had stored there, but the plant went up extremely fast. We're getting reports indicating the entire block was wiped out."

My heart rate skyrocketed.

"What is Anvil-2's status?"

There came no reply.

"Damnit, Control - answer me! What is Anvil-2's status?"

"Anvil-1 - Anvil-2 didn't make it out. We're receiving no signals from his BattleMech, and his lifesigns are flat. SAR is en route - but you should know, there was no ejection."

"Give me a Nav point, Control! Now!"


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Master Sergeant Kevin Cosgrove
post May 21 2006, 08:20 PM
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Slowly and painfully, the world began to come into focus as consciousness returned to my battered body. I glanced around the shattered shell that was once the nerve center of my Raven, as I tried to resolve the fact that I was still, somehow, alive.

I was enshrouded in near-total darkness, save for several rays of golden, shimmering light which filtered hautingly through ruptures in the otherwise-polarized cockpit glass. For several moments, I lay, dazed, watching the lights dance and waver before reaching for my comm headset. Gingerly placing it atop my head, I keyed open the channel.


"Falcon to Control...respond, please"

A blast of static met my ears.

"Falcon to Control. Respond."

"...-con...is Contr...-oosting power to the trans...how do you copy?"

I quickly keyed my mic.

"Much better, Control. Status report."

"The munitions plant at Lexington and 54th detonated a few minutes ago courtesy of the Sunder that Alpha-2 was engaged with. The blast took out both 'Mechs, as well as about four city blocks. We've lost contact with Alpha-2 and are presuming K.I.A. at this time. We have search and rescue en route, but there wasn't much left standing after that explosion. The only reason you survived was because of the bunker your Raven was behind when the blast hit."

I nodded, though there was no one around to see it.

"What's my status?"

"You're in pretty bad shape, Major. Your Raven was hit by quite a bit of flying debris after the bunker gave way - both its legs were broken by a wayward - "

"Yes, I remember that."

"...what you likely don't remember, Falcon, is that your onboard computer shut the reactor down when the explosion's heat wave registered. That's the only reason you're here to have this conversation. And now, the bad news: Your 'Mech - or rather, what's left of it - is on fire. You need to get out quickly. I've programmed a Nav point into your eyepiece that will get you out of the hot zone. Once you've reached the Nav, a friendly convoy will pick you up. Pretty straightforward."

I sighed.

As simple as that...


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post May 24 2006, 08:21 PM
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I stood amongst the degrees of death that floated and passed before me, shaken and perplexed as to whether or not it was myself passing away before my very own eyes. Although realisation proved evidence enough that I was still alive, it was very shocking to my system. The recently killed enemy lay splayed in his suit of armour. Blood poured from it’s wounds and flooded the gutters of Gellen, signing a death contract with the devil. Its scarlet lettering was visible only to me as I gazed into its eternal spiral.

“What a specialty death is…” I murmured, stuck in this deeply hypnotic trance. Like lions lashing out onto a heard of pray, the blood trickled and attacked the flowing rain water that was still remaining from the storm. It pounced on it’s prayed and ravished it; polluting it’s existence. The blood’s transactions were hypnotic, even mesmerising to my glazed eyes.

War and battling forged around me as I stood silent, perplexed by the complexity of life and death…


(Sorry the post is short, I was up drinking and chatting with my parents… biggrin.gif)


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post May 26 2006, 10:19 AM
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After watching the "squad" (if you will) of 'mechs move towards a group of hostiles, the 3 of us stared around blankly at the damaged buildings, cars stalled, and still quite a bit of rioting of in the next intersection. We decided it would be best to seek Red-3.

We arrived at his body, which was half-curbed.


"Red-3! Wake up! Red-3!"

"It's useless. His vitals are mashed potatoes now. The best you'll get from him is some salvage." said a man approaching us and the body.

"... and who the hell are you supposed to..."

There was huge rumble, and then what appeared to be an earthquake. Loose shit fell from buildings, and rioteers were crushed by huge peices of metal and glass. The 4 of us seeked shelter in the first place the incident started: the bank plaza.

"RED TWO! MOVE YOUR TEAM OUT MOVE OUT NOW! I'm setting up a nav point. Move NOW!"

"Red team, we have to move to nav point delta immediatly. ON THE DOUBLE, YOU BASTARDS!"

We all started dashing, and the mysterious man piped up.

"I'm coming with you. Where are we going?"

"Don't ask questions, dammit!"


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post May 26 2006, 10:40 AM
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"Come on, you bastards!"Hell enveloped all around me after I stood back up, taking shots at all the tanks around. I knew the [i]King Crab had its hands full, and I didn't want to piss it off. Just like in King Crab fishing back at home.

The Sunder seemed to have seeked shelter behind...

All hell broke loose. These was a massive explosion, and at least a cubic acre of smoke rose into the sky. Then, flames burst from all sides of the facility. Another explosion. This time, the burn flew out all sides of the facility. I had to run.

I decided to hold my ground, half a block away.Flames can't go more than 100 feet, right?

Wrong.


My 'mech was picked up and throw like a grain of sand in a small child's hand. The moving scorch threw my cockpi-first into a local skyscaper. I crashed through layers of cement and steel, and landed in what used to be a hotel lobby. All that remained now was a few dead visitors, broken chairs, pissed off behind-the-countermen, and screaming visitors. I hastily clicked open the cockpit. It was jammed. I gambled to use the eject seat. Jammed. I was now stuck in a lobby in which I had gashed my way through 4 inches of metal and concrete. Smoke entered my entry hole, and people who remained in the room began choking. I could not do anything now.



--Elsewhere--


"I did initiate the attack on the capital. In about 20 minutes, not even Crayven Corporation will be able to stop us!"

"Very well. You may like this.

When that Sunder exploded the munitions plant, Wedge was around. He and his 'mech were pushed into a hotel, where he is immoble. This is our chance."

"The Sheratan Militia, the Crayven Corporation, the Legionnaires, and all of House Davion will see what happens when you cause war with House Liao!"


This post has been edited by Corporal Wedge Lourde: May 26 2006, 10:41 AM


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post May 30 2006, 04:52 PM
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Military Depot 187
Outskirts of Gellen's Heights, Sheratan
May 24, 3029
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"All right, cadre, come to order." The crisp voice of Major Walker of the Tikonov Republican Guards echoed across the briefing hall, reducing the lively chatter of the gathered recruits to soft murmurs, then whispers, and finally, silence.

"Over the last nine weeks, we've taught you the military pinciples of the Tikonov Free Republic. We've given you key doctrine training from the Sarna Martial Academy; we've shown you the strategies of the masters from the Capellan Confederation Armed Forces, and we've transformed you from a loosely-organized planetary militia into a cohesive fighting force. You've almost earned the right to call yourselves Sheratan Knights. Almost."

"You're probably wondering why, two days before graduation, you're sitting in this run-down, derelict depot. Well, before we can certify you, there's one last exercise that all cadets must complete. An absolute non-negotiable task that will convince us that you've got your head screwed on right and know how to apply everything we've taught you. It's a live-fire exercise called Operation Crucible. Somebody hit the lights, please."

The hall's overhead illumination dimmed. Simultaneously, an overhead projector chattered to life and projected a mission overview behind the hall's lectern, complete with a computer-generated rendering of the depot showing force compositions and positions.

"I know we've kept you all on a very short leash as we've been getting you acclimated to being a lean, mean, fighting force. Today, we're going to take the safeties off and let you do all the driving.

"This exercise will be about more than just vaporizing targets. You will be charged with two objectives - defense and annexation. We're going to split you into two lances - Anvil Lance and Hammer Lance - and we'll see how well you can coordinate between each other.

"Your primary objective will be to reach and defend Camp Athena, an outpost two kilometers due East of your deployment zone. There are four structures within the camp, and at least two of the four must survive. While we're being generous with that figure, I expect you to do better than a 50% attrition rate.

"Your secondary objective will be to push across the engagement theater and capture Camp Pallas, a base of equal size to Camp Athena, which will be held by the OpFor. To capture the base, you'll need to neutralize all of its defenders and keep one of your units within its perimeter for at least four consecutive rounds of combat."

"Anvil and Hammer lances will both be comprised of a mixture of heavy, medium, and light BattleMechs. We want to provide you with a variety of platforms while not going overboard on the firepower. Don't worry - I'm sure that each of you will get to do a turn in an assault 'Mech in the future.

"The OpFor will be two combined-arms lances of BattleMechs and conventional tanks. They have similar orders to yours - to hold their own outpost while attempting to destroy yours. To make things a little more interesting and unpredictable, we've decided to hire out the command of each defending lance to a separate mercenary company. Warrant Officer Alyssa Chase, from Charles Maxwell's Aegis Division will command the OpFor's Alpha Lance, while Bravo Lance will be managed by Lieutenant Edgar Galloway from Jack Whitley's Black Phalanx Company.

"Now, before you get worked up about blowing up actual people in a training exercise - don't worry. We've brought in some local electronics wizards to rig improvised remote control technology into the OpFor units. While they will most certainly pose a threat to you, you may feel free to dispatch them without worry."

"Victory will be determined when one side or the other loses their base - through destruction or capture - or when one side's fighting force is completely defeated. Any questions? No? Excellent. Time to earn your stripes. We'll see you on the range shortly."

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Operation Codename: Crucible
Planet: Sheratan, Tikonov Free Republic
Terrain: Grasslands / Marsh / Waterfront / Urban
Time: Day

MISSION OBJECTIVES:

- Protect Camp Athena
-- Two out of four structures must survive.

- Capture Camp Pallas
-- Capture will be successful following neutralization of the camp's defenders and occupation of the base perimeter for at least four consecutive rounds of combat.

FORCE COMPOSITION:

TRAINING LANCES:

ANVIL LANCE:
1x Heavy BattleMech (Missile Boat)
1x Medium BattleMech (Skirmisher)
1x Medium BattleMech (Skirmisher)
1x Light BattleMech (Scout)

HAMMER LANCE:
1x Heavy BattleMech (Brawler)
1x Medium BattleMech (Skirmisher)
1x Medium BattleMech (Sniper)
1x Light BattleMech (Scout)

DEFENDING LANCES:

ALPHA LANCE (Aegis Division):
1x Heavy BattleMech (Missile Boat)
1x Heavy Tank
1x Heavy Tank
1x Light BattleMech (Scout)

BRAVO LANCE (Black Phalanx Company):
1x Heavy BattleMech (Brawler)
1x Medium BattleMech (Skirmisher)
1x Heavy Tank
1x Heavy Tank
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Planet Details: Sheratan

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Star Type: K5V
Position in System: 5 (of 9)
Number of Moons: None
Days to Jump Point: 4
Recharging Station: Nadir
Recharge Time: 9 days
ComStar Facility Class: B
Surface Water: 40%
Atm. Pressure: Standard (Breathable)
Surface Gravity: 0.9
Equatorial Temp: 31° C
Highest Native Life: Mammal
Population: 86,000,000
Governor: Jiayi Chen
Planetary Legate: Shi-Leng Huang

OVERVIEW:

A sparsely inhabited, forest-covered world with thick jungles around the equator, Sheratan is one of the most beautiful planets in the Sarna March. During the invasion, it became one of the most bitterly contested.

The Sheratan Knights, a single regiment of warriors utterly dedicated to the Federated Commonwealth, defended Sheratan from both invading forces and internal rebellions. The planet had suffered a protracted terrorist campaign by various groups set up and funded by the Capellan secret police since the Fourth Succession War, and so the Knights had superior training in dealing with guerrilla-style warfare. When the Capellan Chancellor ordered his agents on Sheratan into action concurrent with the invasion, bombings and mass shootings became commonplace in Sheratan's few large cities. The Sheratan Knights flushed out and destroyed many of the rebel cells, but the vast forests and dense jungles gave the surviving Liao guerrillas plenty of places to hide.

The arrival of the Fist of Mokal, mercenaries in the employ of the Free Worlds League, turned the tables in the Liaoists' favor. Seeing that Sheratan was lightly defended, the mercenaries landed in the capital and proclaimed the world a Capellan possession. The enraged Knights converged on the capital and engaged the Fist in a hit-and-run battle, downing several mercenary 'Mechs. Stunned by the attack, Major William Jeffreys ordered two of his mercenary companies to chase the Sheratan Knights into the forests and hunt them down while the third company held the fort in the capital.

With the aid of the Liao guerrillas, the Fist MechWarriors found and destroyed a battalion of the Knights. The remaining Knights set the forest ablaze, trapping the mercenaries in a burning hell. Major Jeffreys ordered his unit to charge through the flames, but escaped the blaze with only a company left intact. The inferno utterly destroyed the remaining Liao forces. The mercenary company in the capital retaliated by slaying thousands of civilians. When word of the brutal killings got out, the Fist of Mokal's contract was declared null and void and the unit itself was proscribed.

Before departing from Sheratan, the Fist started some fires of its own. Soon, vast tracts of land across the planet were burning out of control. Unable to cope with the crisis, the planetary government collapsed. Various minor nobles and other charismatic leaders rose up to fill the power vacuum, and numerous petty kings are constantly contending with each other for control of the world. Meanwhile, the fires continue to burn, kept at bay only near the cities. Most of the resources that could be used to fight the fires are instead spent on small-scale warfare between the various factions. Smoke from the huge blazes makes the days hazy and the nights unnaturally dark.

The Sheratan Knights remain the only potential stabilizing force on the planet, but they control only the shattered capital city of Gellen's Heights and several square kilometers of surrounding territory. Rebel groups funded by the Capellan Confederation still operate on Sheratan, but the departure of the Marik mercenaries has greatly diminished their power.

Once the emerald jewel in the crown of the Terran Hegemony, Sheratan’s surface was a single landmass blanketed by thick forests, lush jungles, and verdant farmland; dotted by a few, large, landlocked seas. Sheratan’s ruling family, the Grensons, were staunch supporters of Terra’s Cameron family when they assumed leadership of the Terran Hegemony and, later, founded the First Star League. In fact, First Lord Jonathan Cameron married Lady Ludmella Grenson, a connection to the First Star League that Sheratan’s population remains proud of to this day. During the fall of the First Star League, on the order of the Usurper Stefan Amaris, the Grenson family was nearly wiped out for its association with the Camerons. With no hereditary rulers, the Capellan Confederation easily claimed Sheratan after the fall of the First Star League.

Aside from its fertile soil, Sheratan lacks significant resources, so Sheratan’s small population and agriculture were spared most of the ravages of the Succession Wars. When the Federated Suns invaded the Capellan Confederation at the outset of the Fourth Succession War, Sheratan was one of many Capellan worlds near Terra that were cut off from the Confederation and incorporated in the Tikonov Free Republic.

COMMANDER'S NOTES:

Today is your day in the spotlight, cadets. Make it an excellent one.

- TRANSMISSION ENDS -


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Recieved: OP Comp. 1838 Standard Terran Time
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